November 17

She still brings me flowers. We have a lot of wildflowers that grow on the route home from the bus stop and Sarah loves to pick me a boquet on the way home. Last week she snuck a rose off of a neighbors bush and we had a talk about taking flowers that belong to someone else. Yesterday, that neighbor was doing his fall trimming of his rose bushes and had thrown a bunch of overblown roses into his leaf pile. He happily let Sarah take them. She brought them home, so proud to give them to me. I had to fill the vase to the brim to even be able to give them water, their stems were so short. Still it was a lovely spot of color for one day and I'm glad she still thinks of me when she sees flowers.